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Enthralling smile of yoursWith flamboyant flash of yellow huesAs if made of pure fireSeeing you anyone would stopAnd appreciate your beautyCalling you Nature's variety.

Touched by your flagrant flameOnlooker would simply exclaim:'The Hand that designed this featMust indeed be a great artist!'

Thou art so reserved, reticent and coyThat as a schoolboyI found you a constant source of joyAnd you used to lift my moodBut in adulthoodMany flowers have withered on my eyebrowAnd many still in my gardens growBut none hath that power to overpowerLike you O Sunflower!